Survival stories of a directionally-challenged, hiking hermit.

outback

My last post was about a recent walk in the rain through lush subtropical rainforests in mountainous country. This week I’m dragging you back 15 years in time to Porcupine Gorge, a walk my young family did in hot, dry open country, 1500 km north-west of Brisbane. Continue reading →

Where have I been? Walking in circles for weeks lost in the Australian outback or lying paralysed in a hospital bed after falling off a cliff whilst taking a photograph of an ant? Maybe I’ve been spending my $70 million lotto winnings or perhaps working undercover for ASIO? Continue reading →

If you’re a regular reader of my blog you’ll be familiar with my adult children, the Professor and Tough Cookie. I do have another child though, the Strummer, who has so far managed to avoid having his pictures plastered over the Internet. His lucky streak ends with this blog post though. I think it’s only fair to his siblings that I share a survival tale involving him. It’s a tale involving a tail. Continue reading →

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?” ― J.B Priestley

2013 was looking like being becoming the Year of the Scan. By May, I had decided to rebel against looming health problems and the shadow of death and turn it into The Year of the Snow instead. Continue reading →

Acknowledgement of country:

I would like to acknowledge the Traditional Owners of the lands through which I hike, and pay my respects to Elders past and present.